Today's installment of the Cyborg series involves a torture that's brutal and extreme even by MY standards...so I KNOW you'll all enjoy it! :D
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Captive of the Cyborgs – Part 9
Twisting the Scrotum
Day 8 - Twisting the Scrotum
Surpassing even Dalton’s wildest expectations, young Eric had survived an unprecedented full WEEK in captivity, and the spectacularly gifted stud was still going strong. The young bull’s extraordinary resilience was goading the cruel Cyborg to push the young man’s limits even farther and faster, becoming more and more heedless in the level of brutality he inflicted on the young man’s colossal testicles. But no matter how devious, cruel, and brutal the tortures, Eric’s magnificent balls somehow continued to survive.
As night falls and Eric’s 8th day in captivity begins, Dalton prepares a wickedly ingenious, yet very simple, torture method for his gorgeous young prisoner.
The gigantic Cyborg forced Eric’s cum-bloated bull balls to the bottom of their huge sac, and then started slowly turning his balls in a clockwise direction. This action caused the thin neck of the young hunk’s scrotum to begin to twist and start building ever increasing strain on the powerful cords and ligaments that connected his humongous balls to his fantastically muscular body.
In previous torture sessions with other human males, Dalton had learned that stretching out a captive’s scrotum first helped achieve a greater number of turns in a man’s scrotum, so he started this scrotum twisting torture by first stretching Eric’s balls as close to their limit as he dared. Each time Dalton had stretched out the young man’s incredibly resilient ballsac over the past week, he had pulled just a tiny bit farther than the previous time, hoping to elongate the muscle stud’s giant scrotum to even greater lengths. He had already managed to increase the extreme stretch of Eric’s goliath gonads another half inch to an extraordinary 18 ½ inches, and he was hoping for even more. The stretching also had the added benefit of “priming the pump”, making Eric ache for release and thrust his muscular hips into open air in a desperate effort to reach orgasm. The pent up juices in his mammoth nuts would play into a later part of the torture, so Dalton cruelly denied the handsome young man any release.
Dalton’s greatest previous success with this torture was over 5,000 years ago, and involved a young male with very large testicles and an unusually heavy dangle. The Cyborg managed to twist this young stud’s scrotum a full 8 times before the huge balls tore free from his crotch, castrating the young buck. Dalton already knew he would achieve even greater success with bull balled Eric.
Due to the awesome and apparently permanent 8-inch dangle to Eric’s massive nuts, the first couple of twists to his scrotum were easy and elicited only minor discomfort from the huge muscle stud. The subsequent turns became progressively tougher, however, as the young man’s ballsac began to resist further twisting. But with a strength far surpassing that of his merely flesh-and-blood prisoner, Dalton knew that even these powerful monster balls were no match for his unstoppable might.
After 4 full turns, Eric was in serious pain, and the neck of his scrotum was beginning to look like a braided stretch of flesh-colored rope. Dalton kept the massive balls stretched to more than 8 inches from the young man’s muscular crotch, so as the number of turns increased to 5, then 6, and then 7 full twists, Eric’s balls were effectively being stretched further and further from his body.
With each subsequent half twist, Eric’s balls bulged and ballooned more and more obscenely at the bottom of their sac. The skin of his trapped scrotum stretched tighter and tighter across the surface of the two massive orbs, allowing every detail of the mighty balls to be visible through the perilously thin skin that struggled so valiantly to contain its burgeoning contents. At the same time, the pressure on Eric’s bull balls caused them to turn a darker and darker shade of purple, visual evidence of the strain they were under and the gradual choking off of their precious blood supply. The tremendous agony hit Eric’s balls like thundering hammer blows, and the young man could not help but moan loudly in pain.
At 8 full turns, Dalton knew he was about to break his previous record. And despite Eric’s bellows of agony and the way his massively muscular body was writhing in his restraints, the Cyborg knew that there was still a lot of strength in the young man’s thick ball cords. In fact, Dalton was so full of confidence that he gave a series of four very quick half twists, going for broke as he added two more full twists to Eric’s tortured scrotum in seconds, shattering the previous record of 8 turns and achieving an unbelievable 10 full twists to the young man’s heroically straining scrotum!
But he was confident that he was still far from shattering this heroic he-man’s bull balls.
Ignoring the young man’s increasingly urgent screams, Dalton gave yet another half twist to Eric’s purple and straining orbs, and then another, and yet another. Eric’s scrotal skin was now stretched so taut that it looked like glass, and his balls were bulging so bright purplish-red and shiny that they look like they would burst forth from his overstretched sac at any moment.
Another half twist, and another, and yet another! Tears were streaming down Eric’s handsome face as he realized the Cyborg had no intention of stopping, and that the cruel giant would very soon be twisting his awesome bull balls from his body! The pain was unimaginable, causing his massive muscles to bulge and strain dramatically as he redoubled his futile efforts to break the mighty chains that bound him and left him completely vulnerable and helpless.
Another half twist! And another!! Eric’s ballsac was now perilously thin that it was threatening to tear in a dozen places. And still the Cyborg did not let up!
Another half twist!! And ANOTHER!!! Surely no man could endure such abuse!!!
Dalton realized that he was nearing the very end of Eric’s awesome endurance, and that the young man’s bullish ball bag was no more than a few twists away from completely rupturing. He fought his destructive urges somewhat under control and progressed more cautiously at this point, twisting Eric’s screaming ballsac much more slowly, and forcing the young man to feel every millimeter of strain and agony in his extraordinarily powerful ball cords. The Cyborg also took extraordinary care to feel for any signs that Eric’s ball cords were about to snap or give way, for he didn’t want his game to end too soon.
A half twist.
Another half twist.
Eric was literally at the very end of his rope. The young muscle man was bellowing in extraordinary agony, his glorious bull balls just a hairsbreadth from being torn from his massive and powerful body. His incredibly strong ball cords were stretched more taut than bow strings as they desperately fought to keep his massive balls attached to his body. At the same time, his mighty horse cock was so swollen and engorged as to be painful, and was throbbing so powerfully that it was beating a staccato rhythm against his massive and beefy barrel chest in time to his thunderous heart beat.
The young man’s scrotum was now stretched more than 10 inches from his body and twisted a full 16 times, fully DOUBLE the previous record for the number of twists endured by a man’s ballbag. The ridiculously overstretched and over-twisted nutsac looked like a twisted and tortured pink rope, and the massive trapped balls were an angry dark purple and visibly throbbing in agony, starved of their blood supply and threatening to burst forth from their perilously thin ball sac.
Dalton could feel Eric’s mighty bull balls actually quivering in his massive hands, and knew that any more twisting would almost certainly result in the nullification of Eric’s awesome masculinity. He knew that even Eric’s mighty ball cords couldn’t take any more abuse before snapping like overstretched rubber bands. He knew he really should stop here if he wanted to keep his beautiful muscle stud intact.
But he just couldn’t help himself.
With a quick turn of his wrist, Dalton gave Eric’s balls one last half twist.
Eric’s entire body went instantly rigid, every muscle flexing and bulging in tremendous relief, and the beefy young man threw his handsome head back and uttered the most deafening bellow of agony yet. At the same time, his massive, quivering cock finally reached its much delayed orgasm, and began pulsing with tremendous force.
But nothing issued forth from the gaping mouth of the grossly distended mule dick. Pulse after pulse of Eric’s mighty crank produced nothing but a tiny trickle of clear precum.
For several long moments, Dalton feared the worst, that he had finally pushed his captive too far and that the precious and all-important tubes, cords, and cables anchoring Eric’s mighty balls to his crotch had torn and snapped. The Cyborg found himself momentarily filled with a strange new feeling -- regret. Regret for having destroyed this paragon of masculinity so soon when there were so many more tortures left to inflict upon him.
But as he continued to grip Eric’s quivering, cum bloated bull nuts in his massive hands, Dalton could still feel the powerful life and vitality thundering through those two awesome lumps of man flesh. With a start approaching joy, the Cyborg realized that Eric’s balls were still alive and still firmly attached to his body! The only reason why his orgasm was not producing his trademark deluge of cum was because the horrible twisting of the tubes leading from Eric’s balls had choked off the flow of his male essence, and left his sperm trapped in his aching bull nuts!
Dalton smiled, once again deeply impressed and pleased by his captive’s extraordinary performance, and prepared for the next and even more insidious phase of the scrotum twisting torture.
Renewed Pummeling
While Eric continued to thunder through a powerful but fruitless orgasm, the Cyborg held Eric’s throbbing and quivering stud nuts in one massive hand, and with the other took a slender nylon cord and tied off the young man’s massive and swollen nuts. Dalton secured a noose of rope tightly around the base of Eric’s bull balls, further choking off the massive gonads and ensuring that the brutal twisting of his scrotum was not lessened in the slightest. The rope was so tight, in fact, that the already ridiculously thin neck of the young man’s scrotum appeared to almost disappear beneath the noose. Eric’s massive and mighty bull balls were now well and truly trapped.
Dalton then tugged on the end of the rope several times, trying to get an even greater stretch out of Eric’s distended nutsac, but the scrotum refused to stretch even a millimeter farther. Dalton knew that if he tugged any harder, he would finish what the nut twisting started, and rip the young man’s nuts from his body. Not wanting to destroy his captive just yet, the Cyborg used his free hand to effortlessly drag a nearby two-ton block of solid steel in front of the captive male, and then tied off the other end of the nylon rope to the far side of the steel block. Eric’s balls were now resting heavily on the cold surface of the flat steel block, stretched more than 10 inches from his body and looking more vulnerable and exposed than ever.
The Cyborg’s hands were now free and he was ready for the next phase of the torture.
Behind the Cyborg stood a rack filled with various implements of torture, including hammers, mallets, steel pipes, meat tenderizers, and other devices used to pummel and punish flesh. These implements had a wide variety of surfaces, from smooth to knobbed to studded to spiked. Dalton grinned and grabbed the first implement off the rack, a thick length of steel pipe, and prepared to use it on his handsome captive’s trapped, twisted, and heroically bloated bull balls.
What followed was a torture of nearly indescribable brutality.
Starting with the steel pipe, Dalton began to beat Eric’s trapped nuts, battering them with terrible force and smashing them against the unforgiving surface of the solid steel block. Eric’s reaction was primal, as he threw back his handsome head and howled in unbearable agony. The young man’s bellows and screams only urged the cruel Cyborg to greater abuses, and he struck harder and harder still, pummeling Eric’s mighty nuts with a force that would have quickly reduced any other man’s nuts to mush. But Dalton knew that Eric’s mighty bull balls were far tougher than any other human balls in history and could endure even this level of brutal abuse, at least for a time, and so he struck the trapped balloon of colossal elephant nuts with reckless abandon.
In short order, the pummeling of Eric’s huge nuts brought the young muscle man to his second orgasm. Like his first orgasm, however, Eric’s colossal load of spunk remained trapped in his screaming nuts, adding to the already awful congestion in his massive orbs and giving him a raging case of blue balls on top of the trio of other pains – the stretching, the twisting, and the pummeling – all fighting for dominance in his agony-addled mind.
Dalton continued using the steel pipe on Eric’s nuts for the next couple of orgasms, then discarded the pipe once it became too bent, dented, and warped from slamming repeatedly into Eric's rock solid balls to be of further use. He then moved on to a meat tenderizing mallet with a studded surface, bringing fresh pain to Eric’s already horrifically bruised and battered balls. The Cyborg intended to use any and all of the implements at his disposal to beat and batter Eric’s trapped monster nuts to within an inch of their destruction, and force him to reach painful and empty orgasm again and again and again.
As the long hours of the night dragged on, Dalton discovered that Eric’s orgasms were coming closer and closer upon each other. He realized that the brutal abuse of Eric’s behemoth bull balls was actually stimulating their production of ever greater quantities of cum, and that the mounting congestion in his balls was making each attempt at ejaculation more desperate and violent. The combination of the stimulated sperm production and the mounting congestion was not only giving the handsome youth the worst case of blue balls imaginable, but was making him orgasm more and more frequently in a desperate attempt to relieve the agonizing pressure building in his gigantic testicles.
But the cruel Cyborg had absolutely no intention of allowing the young muscle man to release any of that pressure any time soon.
As Dalton gradually moved through his selection of torture implements, he delighted in the sight of Eric’s balls turning an angrier and angrier shade of purple under the awful abuse, vivid bruises spreading over every inch of their massive surface. The young man’s mighty balls had begun to grow slightly mushy under the onslaught of beatings, but they still had a tremendous amount of strength left in them…just as Dalton had a vast array of bludgeoning instruments still at his disposal.
Dalton also noticed that Eric’s beefy man eggs had been steadily swelling. Some amount of this swelling was no doubt due to the beating that the Cyborg was visiting upon them, but Dalton realized with surprise and more than a little admiration and awe that the majority of the swelling was actually due to the increasing concentration of sperm packed in those mighty vessels of masculinity. Dalton figured that the pressures building inside those twin lava factories must be truly astounding, and wondered at just how much sperm those massive seed sacs could carry. With the young man’s heavy scrotum already stretched and twisted well beyond any safety margin, the already overstretched section of his ballsac had to strain and stretch even farther to contain those steadily swelling orbs. Dalton wondered how much more the stud’s scrotum could take before it split wide open, spilling out his huge balls into the open air. The cruel Cyborg chuckled to himself, and thought how ironic it would be if the stud’s own awesome virility ended up being the cause of his own emasculation!
The Cyborg resumed the beating of the young man’s glorious bull nuts, reveling in every beefy smack and every bellow of agony. As time went by, Eric’s orgasms continued to grow closer and closer together, until finally the young man was in one constant, continuous state of orgasm, his body desperate to expel the truly Herculean load of cum that even now was still continuing to build in his massive testicles. Eric’s body was now continuously wracked by mighty jolts of ecstasy and agony, as his bloated and distended horse cock continued to pound out a load that would never come. Rivers of clear precum were now flowing down the sides of that massive schlong, making the mighty cock slick with the young man’s own clear juices. But no matter how much of that clear liquid broth poured forth from Eric’s almighty cock, it did nothing to relieve the unimaginable pressures growing in the young man’s super human bull balls.
Finally, with the horizon just beginning to show signs of an impending dawn, the Cyborg took a short break to inspect his handiwork. He looked closely at Eric’s monstrously swollen balls, which were now bloated to nearly twice their normally monstrous size, and began inspecting them for damage. To his surprise, he could see fresh stretch marks forming on the surface of the young man’s overstretched scrotum as his huge ballbag tried desperately to expand and accommodate its swelling contents. He could also see dozens of tiny micro tears in the sac itself, as the combination of the hideous twisting and stretching of the young man’s sac and the monstrous swelling of his balls had reached some critical mass, threatening very soon to cause Eric’s heavy scrotum to rip wide open. Dalton knew he likely had very little time left before the young man’s ballsac simply shredded under the brutal strain.
Dalton grasped one of the huge gonads in his massive hand and began to squeeze. Just as he had suspected, the young stud’s massive nut had lost a great deal of its resiliency under the merciless pummeling onslaught, and had become markedly mushy and squishy. His huge and thick fingers met little resistance at they plunged their way deep into Eric’s ball meat, ripping a fresh bellow of agony from the tortured muscle hunk. Dalton just smiled and squeezed harder still, threatening to not only finish the job of ripping open Eric’s scrotum, but also to burst Eric’s dangerously over bloated ball. But the Cyborg still sensed great reserves of strength in the young man’s mighty balls, and determined that they could endure even MORE abuse.
And the wicked and cruel Cyborg had saved his very favorite implement for last.
As Dalton released Eric’s nearly busted dinosaur egg, the young man slumped in his restraints, panting loudly and grateful for the much needed – if fleeting – break in the tortures. But as he raised his handsome and exhausted head a few moments later to see what is next in store for him, his insides ran cold with fear and dread.
Standing before the young captive was the giant Cyborg, and in the Cyborg’s massive hands was a steel-headed sledgehammer that was so large, so ridiculously oversized that it looked like some sort of mallet of the gods. Even the mighty Cyborg had to use both hands to wield it, such was its enormous weight. The shaft of the hammer was as thick as Eric’s massive upper arm, and almost 10 feet long. The head of the hammer was itself almost 4 feet long, with a face that was at least 2 feet across. The head was made of solid steel, and must have weighed close to two TONS!
Certainly nothing struck by that hammer could hope to survive! Wielding such an oversized mallet was simply overkill, even on a pair of gigantic stud nuts as massive and incredibly powerful as Eric’s!
Eric’s spasming cock began to flex with even greater force, as if it realized that it only had a few moments to expel his pent up spunk and have a chance of impregnating something, ANYTHING, with his sperm. The young man pulled at his restraints with all of his might, desperate beyond measure to free himself, as he watched the Cyborg raise the massive sledgehammer effortlessly above his head. The Cyborg’s eyes sparkled with evil delight as he held that pose for several long moments, reveling in his captive’s terror.
Then, with tremendous, destructive might, the Cyborg brought the sledgehammer crashing down directly upon the trussed up and defenseless boy nuts.
BAM!!!
A tremendous, deafening boom echoed throughout the valley as the massive sledgehammer struck home, squashing Eric’s massive balls almost completely flat against the unyielding steel block beneath them. The young man’s recoil was awesome, as every muscle in his massive body stood out in rigid relief and he uttered a bloodcurdling scream. Even his massive horse cock ceased its pumping and flexing for several long moments as it stood as rigid as the rest of his glorious body.
Dalton let the colossal weight of the two-ton sledgehammer rest completely upon the utterly flattened balls, enjoying the bellows of agony and rippling interplay of the young man’s spasming muscles.
Eric was convinced that his balls had just been obliterated, but as the Cyborg finally lifted the huge hammer off of the steel block, the young man was shocked and overjoyed to discover that his massive balls were indeed still alive. Though dark purple from bruising and starvation from a fresh blood supply, the young man’s colossally swollen balls bounced right back to their orb-like shapes and were clearly still intact and whole. Eric’s joy was short-lived, however, for the Cyborg promptly raised the hammer high into the air, and once again brought it down with bedrock-shattering force upon Eric’s already nearly busted nuts.
BAM!!!
Again Eric bellowed in sheer agony, but once again his balls survived. Dalton was tremendously pleased at the young man’s incredible resilience and endurance, which had proven to be greater than anything in his wildest dreams. But the evil Cyborg was determined to find and surpass even this young man’s awesome limits, so he raised the mighty mallet and brought it down again directly into Eric’s screaming, spasming nuts.
BAM!!! BAM!!! BAM!!!
Again and again and again – three more terrible blows rained down upon Eric’s steadily crumbling balls. Eric’s massive testicles heroically survived each blow, but Dalton could tell that the sledgehammer was now plunging ever deeper and deeper into those mighty balls with each blow, flattening them more and more, and wearing down their last reserves of strength. Any blow could now be the one that ended Eric’s awesome masculinity forever, but Dalton was determined to push forward anyway and actually began increasing the severity and power of his blows.
BAM!!! BAM!!!
BAM!!! BAM!!!
BAM!!! BAM!!!
Another half dozen almighty blows! Eric’s balls were now being smashed almost as flat of pancakes with each strike and were taking longer to regain their healthy egg shape after each blow. The twin mighty orbs were quivering after each blow like they were filled with jelly, and it was obvious that their impossibly beefy interiors had already been virtually reduced to mush. Eric’s magnificent, colossal balls simply could NOT take much more abuse!
BAM!!!!
Yet another almighty blow of the hammer. The young muscle stud’s balls were squashed so flat that the hammer face was barely a quarter of an inch from touching the surface of the steel block. Eric’s bloated and distended balls were actually bulging AROUND the edges of the hammer face on each blow, squashed so flat that they were oozing out the sides! The young man’s stretched, twisted, cum-bloated, and brutalized balls were about to explode!!
BAM!!!!
Another even more massive blow crashed into Eric’s supremely agonized bull balls. The young stud was crying freely, tears streaking down his handsome face, as his mighty balls were steadily reduced to rubble. The micro tears on his scrotum had grown larger under each successive blow, and now the pale gray flesh of his naked balls was readily visible in several dozen places, the gossamer thin scrotal skin starting to tear and give way. Some of the tears were several inches long and over an inch wide, and it seemed miraculous that the badly shredded scrotum hadn’t already just fallen apart in tatters. As it was, an ever growing expanse of pale gray nut flesh was becoming exposed to the open air for the very first time, and Dalton could actually see the tough and fibrous outer walls of the orbs straining against both the incredibly brutal beating and the awesomely intense internal pressures of their titanically overburdened volume of cum. Just one more blow must surely finish him off for good!
BAM!!!
With a final and supremely powerful blow, a lust-crazed Dalton planted the sledgehammer directly into Eric’s bull balls with epic and purely destructive force, fully expecting the young man’s shattered nut guts to burst forth and festoon the trees for a hundred feet in all directions with his broken ball meat. Eric nearly passed out from the pain, and his staggering bellow of agony was cut short as he faded to semi-consciousness.
Dalton was overwhelmed and consumed by lust, and he ground the colossal head of the massive sledgehammer into Eric’s utterly flattened nuts. The sickening crunching and squishing sounds emanating from between the two mighty blocks of steel were like sweet music to the Cyborg’s ears, and he crushed the busted nuts even harder still, using enormous amounts of force that would quickly reduce the hardest stones to a fine dust. The Cyborg’s normally rational mind was lost in a fog of destructive fury, and he had long since completely lost sight of any desire to keep his captive intact and spare his spectacular nuts from annihilation. At that moment, Dalton wanted nothing more than to hear and feel those two titanically beefy and powerful orbs go ‘POP!!!’
The Cyborg kept on crushing and crushing for many long minutes, grinding the remains of the young man’s once-proud bull balls into paste and causing the barely conscious young muscle stud to moan and groan weakly in tremendous agony. Yet despite the utter annihilation of his titanic testicles, Eric’s Herculean horse cock as still as solid as steel and pumping and thundering like it was still in the throes of orgasm, seemingly ignorant of the fact that there were no testicles left to supply it with its hot liquid cargo.
Dalton kept right on grinding Eric’s collapsed and ruptured nuts for several minutes more, a rictus of a grin on the Cyborg’s brutally handsome face and a thin stream of drool dripping from one corner of his mouth. As always seemed to happen when he tortured Eric’s behemoth balls, a spontaneous load of the Cyborg’s own nut goo had exploded in his tight uniform pants, soaking an entire leg of the pants and plastering the material to the colossal muscles of his thigh and calf. Dalton had never known such lust or orgasmic bliss in his 6,000+ years of existence.
Suddenly, Dalton seemed to snap out of his lust-filled fugue, and he instantly let up on the overwhelmingly crushing force he was inflicting on Eric’s trapped and flattened bull nuts. The Cyborg knew he had come dangerously close to losing his willpower dozens of times in the past when torturing this most spectacular of males, but never before had he lost his mind entirely. The giant Cyborg was more than a little concerned at this unprecedented turn of events and what they might mean for his own psyche. He was also saddened that he had finally lost control of himself and destroyed his favorite prisoner of all time. So it was with some regret that Dalton finally lifted up the massive, two-ton sledgehammer, fully expecting to see the squashed and ruined remains of young Eric’s once proud, virile, and mighty balls.
Dalton’s subsequent shock of surprise was therefore visceral and profound. As the massive head of the sledgehammer was lifted off the huge steel block, it revealed two monstrous, battered, swollen, and FULLY INTACT testicles!! The twin testicles were horribly swollen and bruised, the goliath balls themselves misshapen and lumpy and flattened, the scrotum torn in over a dozen places, the walls of the massive gray orbs visible through the large tears in the ballsac…but they were still alive!!
Unable to control himself, Dalton dropped the huge sledgehammer to the swampy, cum-soaked ground below with a thud and a splash, and quickly scooped up the two burly and beefy balls in his huge hands. The Cyborg squeezed his thick fingers into the virtually liquified ball flesh, tearing fresh screams from his handsome young captive. His huge fingers easily passed into the very heart of Eric’s massive balls, meeting almost no resistance. Once again, the Cyborg had succeeded in utterly busting Eric’s mighty balls, but somehow stopped himself one final moment shy of destroying them forever. Dalton knew he was an expert torturer virtually without peer in the entire Cyborg Empire, but even HE realized that he had been incredibly fortunate to not destroy his prize captive. He had been repeatedly pushing his luck with his glorious and beautiful muscle hunk in the past week, but this time he had thrown all caution to the wind and redlined his captive beyond any conceivable safety threshold. It was only Eric’s supremely super human strength and unsurpassed powers of endurance that had enabled him to survive in one piece. Bruised, battered, misshapen, and almost destroyed, but still intact.
Almost reverently, Dalton released Eric’s huge balls and let them fall heavily to the steel block, landing with a beefy but disturbingly wet ‘SMACK!’ The Cyborg then untied one end of the nylon rope from the far side of the block, and gently lifted the still stretched and brutally twisted balls up off of the block.
That was when the Cyborg received his second great shock of the night, for there on the steel block were two orb-shaped depressions pressing almost an entire inch into the face of the block. Somehow, the force of the hammer blows had passed THROUGH Eric’s supremely beefy gonads and INTO the solid steel below, deforming the metal beneath the young man’s bloated nuts! The young muscle stud’s huge and glorious bull balls were indeed tougher than steel!! Dalton had never seen anything like it before!! The Cyborg also realized that these two twin depressions had played a critical role in allowing Eric’s titanically battered balls to endure the final blow and subsequent crushing, for the two shallow depressions had provided JUST enough of a gap between the sledgehammer and the steel block to allow the young muscle man’s humongous nuts to survive.
Dalton absently lifted the massive steel block up with one hand and effortlessly tossed it dozens of feet away, clearing a path to allow him to come closer and inspect his beautiful captive. He then began to untie the noose from around the young man’s horribly choked and oxygen-starved nuts. Any other man’s balls would have long since perished from being kept from their life-giving blood supply for so many hours, but not Eric’s mighty balls. They were screaming for nourishment and so dark purple as to almost be black, but they were very much still alive. And now with the huge nuts free of the restraining rope, it was only the 16 ½ twists to the young man’s scrotum that still kept fresh blood flow from reaching his aching nuts, and that also kept his gargantuan load trapped in his horribly swollen and bloated balls.
As the Cyborg looked more closely, he could see that the exposed gray walls of the two bloated balls THEMSELVES were starting to pull and shred. The incredibly dense and astoundingly tough walls of Eric’s balls had saved them from utter annihilation from the merciless pounding and crushing they had so recently received, but they now looked about ready to fail the even GREATER strain of containing the young man’s monstrously swelling ball meat! The orbs themselves had now swollen to much more than twice their normal size, and even as Dalton watched, they swelled larger still! Impossibly, those mighty sperm factories were still churning out ever greater supplies of his thick and chunky man milk, even though they were already so packed full of the stuff that the balls themselves threatened to explode!
Dalton could barely believe his eyes, but Eric’s mammoth, monstrous, magnificent bull balls were about to self destruct under their own internal pressures!!!
Eric’s equally bloated and distended horse cock had not ceased its constant throbbing in painful and fruitless orgasm for many hours now, trying desperately to relieve the ever mounting pressures inside his supremely cum-bloated balls. This internal pressure was now far exceeding critical levels, and Dalton knew that if the young man didn’t cum very soon, his goliath balls would simply and catastrophically explode. A part of Dalton wanted nothing more than to see the young man self destruct from his own outsized and spectacularly powerful virility, while another part of him wanted to save the young man from this fate before it was too late, to allow him to heal and face endless new sets of tortures.
This war continued inside Dalton’s mind for many long minutes. Meanwhile, the titanic testicles continued to swell and grow in his massive hands, swelling so big that even his huge paws could barely contain them. The young man’s once-silky scrotum was badly torn and shredded now, revealing more of the slick gray ball flesh than it concealed. And even the nut walls themselves were starting to crack and split, a sure sign that they were about to detonate from their own extraordinary internal pressures! It was now or never; if Eric wasn’t allowed to cum, his mighty testicles were sure to explode!!
Dalton finally ceased his dithering and decided that it was time to reward the young stud’s epic performance that night with well-deserved release. So with that, Dalton let go of the young man’s brutally twisted nuts.
With amazing and whirring speed, Eric’s huge nuts began to spin counter-clockwise and unwind themselves. They spun so fast that they were nearly a blur. The force of their spin – and their now colossally bloated size – caused them to slam into Eric’s own massively muscular, columnar thighs on each rotation, further pummeling his already deeply aching balls and making the young man cry out in fresh agony.
It was only a matter of a few moments before Eric’s behemoth balls had completely unwound themselves, and the monumental thunderhead of cum that had been trapped in the young man’s nuts for so many agonizing hours was finally able to geyser to the surface.
Eric had already far, far exceeded anything that Dalton had seen before in terms of the human male orgasm, producing extraordinary quantities of spunk on a nightly basis. But even the jaded Cyborg was wholly unprepared for the titanic eruption that now began to spew from Eric’s almighty crank of a cock.
A thick river of pure white cum, thicker than the flow from a garden hose, began to blast from Eric’s cock in a continuous, pulsating stream. The violent fountain of white spew rocketed well over a dozen feet into the air in a graceful arc before landing with a very loud and wet splash in the swampy soil below. The deluge of cum was ferocious and constant and unbroken, a continual stream of spunk unlike anything the Cyborg had ever seen before. The spunk itself was so thick and chunky that it ran slower than molasses, almost seeming more solid than liquid, and Dalton realized that Eric was spewing pure sperm, almost completely undiluted with other seminal fluids.
The Cyborg could only stand by and watch dumbfounded as the awesome eruption of cum continued minute after minute, epic and massive and unbridled. Thick and gamey cum poured all over the Cyborg's colossal body, coating and recoating it in a thick sheen of Eric's hyper abundant male juices, and that was only a fraction of the pearlescent spew erupting from the young man’s gigantic cock.
As 5 minutes became 8 minutes, and then stretched to 10 minutes, the Cyborg began to grow concerned. The terrific and profound swelling in the young man’s critically bloated gonads had not yet started to decrease, and the awesomely powerful, rhythmic contractions pulsing through his burgeoning nuts threatened to rupture the weakened walls and cause the massive and beefy contents of his balls to explode across the cum-drenched meadow. Their color had significantly improved, as the massive, monstrous orbs were no longer starved for oxygen and nutrients, though they still bore ample evidence to their recent brutal beating in the dark red and purple bruises that mottled their entire surface. Dalton worried that the titanic testicles might yet explode from their internal pressures!
But then finally, after more than 15 minutes of continuous, pulsating purging of his high pressure spunk, Eric’s massively swollen balls began to very slowly contract. Though not out of the woods yet and still critically close to catastrophic failure, Eric’s balls appeared to be coming back from the precipice of destruction, and Dalton began to breath a sigh of relief.
The already vast pool of cum beneath the muscle stud's feet began to visibly expand with his fresh emissions, rising higher and higher until it finally reached a level where it overtopped the flooded sperm swamp, and the overflow of pearlescent fluid began to trickle in a thick and creamy stream toward the placid lake itself more than 100 feet away.
Finally, at about 20 MINUTES, the continuous orgasm began to be broken up into individual ropes of cum, still massive beyond anything the young muscle hunk had ever shot before but finally at least blasting out as separate wads of spunk. The young man’s colossal nuts were still very swollen, but they were starting to approach ‘normal’ size. More importantly, the many cracks and tears that had started to appear in the walls of Eric’s horrifically swollen nuts had closed and completely healed, and even the dozens of tears in his scrotum were starting to close and mend themselves. The young super stud was starting to heal himself of every last bit of damage done to his balls, right before Dalton’s unbelieving eyes! The handsome young muscle god was nothing less than perfection!
The minutes CONTINUED to pass, and the size of Eric’s cum salvos slowly reduced in size until they were “merely” his normal mega-sized wads. And as yet more minutes went by, even these wads began to lessen in force and volume until finally, after more than 30 FULL MINUTES of cumming, Eric's monumentally epic orgasm drew to a close.
The Cyborg was utterly dumbfounded and amazed by what he had just seen. The young power house of a stud had cum for an extraordinary and utterly unprecedented half an HOUR, jettisoning some 30 GALLONS of his vital and heroically powerful splooge!! The massive Cyborg would not have believed that even testicles of such tremendous size and power would have been capable of manufacturing -- let alone containing -- even a fraction of that much fluid, and he marveled at the incredible internal pressures that must have existed in Eric's balls prior to this monumental purge of his extraordinary male essence. No WONDER his humongous bull balls had been on the verge of exploding!!
As Eric panted with exhaustion, his mighty horse cock finally began to grow soft for the very first time that night. The thick tube was once again bloated and distended from being kept iron hard for more than 12 hours, and in a constant state of orgasm for at least half of that time. As the great knob dropped below the horizontal, a thick flood of cum -- the dregs of the most massive load of his young life, and in the entire HISTORY of humanity -- burped out in a thick ribbon and splashed to the huge pool of cum below. Even ‘limp’, Eric’s puffy and distended cock still measured more than 16 inches in length, and Dalton knew it would still be a number of hours until it would shrink to its ‘mere’ 14 ½ inch flaccid measurement.
Dalton knelt down to inspect the young man's swollen and horribly bruised testicles, which now hung an extraordinary 9 inches from his muscular crotch. The Cyborg had noted that Eric’s relaxed hang seemed to be getting slightly longer with each ball busting session, and the giant torturer wondered just how low he might get these spectacular orbs to hang…before he destroyed them permanently, of course.
Dalton gently lifted up one of the massive orbs for closer inspection, eliciting a deep groan of pain from the young man. The Cyborg gave the huge testicle a gentle squeeze, and the normally rock solid ball deformed easily in his grip. The huge orb was very soft and squishy, but Dalton could tell that the durable and resilient bull ball had already begun to recover its toughness and solidity, and he knew that in just a few hours, both behemoth balls would be good as new. Though the massive orbs had been nearly liquefied by all of the terrible abuse, the mighty nuts had proven their mettle once again and survived intact. Even the micro tears in Eric's hideously overstretched scrotum had closed by now and were already visibly healing, and the fresh stretch marks were disappearing as they were absorbed into Eric's body.
Dalton knew that, next time, he would be able to twist those huge bull balls just a little farther, or smash them just a little bit more, and perhaps finally use the spiked mallet on them.
But for now, the massively muscular young hunk had earned a rest.
